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I fucking locked my keys in my car.
So, Keys in car.� Spare keys: 30+ miles away back home.
Parents: at work (10 miles away from home)
And it was starting out as such an awesome day.� I had to clean the funeral home, but my boss put on some music in there for me to listen to while I work.� Who keeps a Nine Inch Nails CD with funeral music�CDs?� My boss apparently.� He thinks he jinxed himself by cleaning up the funeral home.� An elderly person in town has has taken a turn for the worst.� He is convinced she will die tonight because of us fixing up the funeral home.
But I realized I locked my keys in my car after I ordered my delicious lunch that I was going to pick up.




NO FUCKING�WAY.�

I went down into the workshop just trying to see if anything could be used to�break into my car.

Turns� out, we have a ton of odd little tools that work just fine.
It was surprisingly easy to break into my sisterapos;s buick.
NOTE�TO�SELF:�Donapos;t buy buicks, there are easy to break into.
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